ronwoodcraft
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When I was a kid there were a bunch of barn cats on my aunt and uncle's farm. I spent have a day trying to catch one. Finally one was sitting on the tail end of an old flat bed truck and I snuck underneath it and grabbed that cat. That sucker ripped the heck out of my hand and forearm. I decided then I don't want any of my aunt's cats.
I had something similar happen when I was a teenager...My dog was chasing a wild kitten and it ran right towards me. I scooped it up to rescue it and it bit through my finger nail.